How to Save a Life

Draco woke for the 7th morning in a row with fresh memories of messy black hair and green eyes. He looked down his pyjama clad body to his obvious arousal and let a small smile play at the edges of his mouth.

He was no longer freaked out by his night time encounters with The Boy Who Lived. The way Draco saw it was that he couldn’t do anything to stop them and he obviously enjoyed them – if the state of his pyjamas were anything to go by - so why not go with it!

And whatever else he thought of Potter; he had to admit to himself (albeit reluctantly) that he was not bad looking, plus he had just saved all their arses from an evil megalomaniac – what bigger aphrodisiac was there than that? If there was one thing that turned a Malfoy on it was power and that was something Potter had in spades.

Draco slid his hand under the sheets and was just slipping it inside the waistband of his pyjamas pants when a loud crack echoed through the room. As he looked round scowling he spotted a nervous house elf staring at him from fearful big eyes.

“Begging your pardon Master Draco but the Mistress insisted I wake you immediately. She says to tell you that you must be ready to leave in an hour.”

Draco gave the elf a curt nod as he felt his arousal flag,
“Tell mother I will be down shortly.”

When the elf showed no signs of leaving but just stood their shaking slightly Draco softened his expression.

“That will be all thank you Tilly.”

The small creature let out a squeak at being addressed in such civil tones by the proud Malfoy heir and promptly vanished.

Sighing to himself Draco made his way into the bathroom and slowly peeled off his clothes. As he stepped into the shower he allowed himself to replay his favourite Potter fantasies and was promptly rewarded by the stiffening of his cock.

Bracing one arm against the wall of the shower he slowly snaked his other hand down his body teasing his nipples on the way. He finally wrapped his hand firmly around his hard length and began to stroke leisurely feeling shivers of pleasure shoot through his body. Thoughts of Potters fleshy lips wrapped around the head of his cock had Draco fisting his shaft faster and in a very short time he was shooting his cum onto the floor of the shower and biting his bottom lip hard to keep from crying out a certain raven haired boy’s name.

A short time later and Draco made his way downstairs to greet his guests. He had purposely avoided breakfast that morning as he doubted very much whether he would be able to keep anything down. The thought of leaving the safety of the Manor was still terrifying to him, though not even a crucio would prise this confession from his lips.

“Good morning mother”

He smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Good morning Dragon. I was beginning to despair of you getting out of bed. The sooner you are back at school the better, then all this lazing around will be at an end.”

Draco only smiled in return and chose not to respond to this statement. He didn’t think his mother would want to know that the reason for Draco’s tardiness was that he had been wanking to thoughts of Harry Potter!

“You look lovely today Draco. It’s good to see that you are taking an interest in you appearance again. “

Draco smirked; he knew his mother was telling the truth and that he did look exceptionally well. He had taken special care when choosing his outfit that morning. After all he had to show Blaise what he had been missing for the last year and also what he could be having again if he played his cards right. Somewhere at the back of Draco’s head a small voice was telling him that it also wouldn’t hurt for him to look hot in case he ran into Potter in Diagon Alley but as comfortable as Draco was with the fantasies, he wasn’t ready to acknowledge that voice yet.

His black dress trousers were cut just right to show off his long lean legs and his toned arse. The blue of his jumper was just the right shade to make his grey eyes gleam almost silver in the sunshine. Plus the way it clung to his torso gave tell to anyone who cared to look of the body beneath. He had left his hair loose and it now framed the sides of his face like curtains of silk making him look almost angelic to those who did not know him better!

Draco’s moment of reflection was brought to an end by the arrival of the Zabini’s who flooed in at that very moment. Aurora Zabini was a fine looking woman and it was easy to see where her son had inherited his sultry looks from. She eased out of the fireplace and made her way across the room to where they were standing.

“Narcissa darling, you are looking lovely as ever!”

She kissed her friend on both cheeks before turning her attention to Draco. She ran an appraising eye over his body before looking him in the eye.

“And you have certainly grown up to be fine looking young man. The girls at Hogwarts had better watch out this year with you and Blaise on the prowl.”

She gave him a cheeky wink and Draco had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes at her attempt to ignore both his and her son’s sexuality. Certainly the girls at school would have to watch out but only because he and Blaise would be after all the good looking guys for themselves.

He stepped forward smiling and kissed a greeting to her cheeks.

“Mrs Zabini, it is a pleasure to see you again, it has been far too long. Thank you for allowing me to accompany you today.”

With this Draco turned his attention to the dark haired boy stood patiently waiting beside his mother. Resisting the temptation to kiss him a greeting also Draco made do with a warm handshake.

“Blaise it’s great to see you again. How’ve you been? Your certainly looking good.”

Draco gave his friend a slight smirk which allowed him to understand the hidden subtext behind this statement. And judging from the look in the Italian boys eyes it was certainly a mutual sentiment.

Blaise, having spent the last year in Italy, was far more continental in his greeting. He took Draco’s outstretched hand and pulled him into a brief embrace, placing a kiss to each cheek. It raised no eyebrows from their mothers who were now lost in deep conversation but Draco couldn’t help but notice how his friends soft lips lingered slightly longer than necessary on each of his cheeks. With his senses still heighted from his morning activities it was all Draco could do not to drag him upstairs and pound him into the mattress right then.

When they pulled back from the embrace Blaise arched one eyebrow at his blonde friend obviously reading the arousal in his eyes. Before anything further could be said or done between them Draco realised that his mother was addressing him.

“Take this Dragon. You will need to access the family vault before you do your shopping.”

She pressed a small gold key into his palm and curled his fingers round it tightly. Draco nodded his acceptance and tucked the key into his pocket.

He made his way to the fire place and after throwing in a handful of Floo powder called ‘Diagon Alley’ and was gone.

Narcissa turned to Aurora as Blaise followed Draco into the fire place.

“Thank you for doing this. I wish that I could accompany him myself but thanks to he delays at the ministry I am still under investigation. He won’t admit it for anything but he is terrified to be going back out into the world. He has barely left his room since the end of the war let alone left the Manor.”

Aurora reached out and pressed her friend’s hand.

“Don’t mention it Cissa, Draco is such a polite young man that he is a pleasure to be around. Blaise missed him desperately this last year and it will do them both good to get reacquainted before school starts.”

The two women kissed their farewells and Narcissa watched with a heavy heart as her friend followed the two boys. She had felt cruel for insisting that Draco face the Wizarding public alone, knowing that as the only available Malfoy at the moment he would bear the brunt of peoples wrath towards his parents. However it had to be done, bridges needed to be rebuilt and pride regained. As the only family member to come out of the war with his freedom and his life in tact, the responsibility for this would have to fall on Draco’s shoulders.

Draco stepped out of the fire place in the Leaky Cauldron and cast a quick glance around the room. He wasn’t sure if he actually expected some disgruntled Wizard to attack him but he figured it was always best to be on the alert. Blaise followed shortly after and then the two boys waited patiently for Aurora whilst trying their best to remain inconspicuous.

Mrs Zabini felt no such compunction however. She exited the fire place with a flourish and her clear tones called to the boys and in turned dragged the attention of every patron to their small group. Draco kept his eyes firmly fixed on his companions, having no desire to see people’s reactions to him this early on in the outing. Exchanging a friendly greeting with Tom the barman, Aurora led them out into the yard and from there into Diagon Alley.

Draco let out a breath that he had been unconsciously as the street appeared before his eyes. It had been two years since he had last been here and his head span at even trying to comprehend all that had happened since that time.

They headed towards Gringotts first of all as Draco needed to visit the family vault. Ignoring the disapproving stares of several Goblins, they entered and Draco joined what looked to be the shortest queue. So keen was he on avoiding eye contact that he didn’t notice the messy raven coloured hair of the person in front until it was too late for him to avoid the confrontation.

When the blonde teen heard Harry Potter give his name to the stern looking Goblin he felt a grip of terror seize him. Less than two hours earlier Draco had had a very satisfying wank to the image of this boy sucking his cock and now here he was only inches away from him. Not only this but Potter was the saviour of the Wizarding world and he, Draco, had been on the wrong side of the battle. There was no way to avoid contact of some kind and as polished a Wizard as he was, Draco had no idea how to handle the situation.

He noted with surprise the less than courteous manner in which the Goblin spoke to Potter. But then he remembered with a wry grin that the last time the boy had been in the bank was probably whist breaking into the Lestrange vault and blasting his way out on the back of a dragon. At the thought of these heroics Draco felt a slight tightening in his groin. Cursing silently he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. But before he could think any further he heard his name being called and as he slowly raised his gaze he found himself drawn to a familiar pair of green eyes.

“Malfoy”

Potter acknowledged him with a slight nod and Draco let out a silent thank you that he had not punched him.

“Potter”

A nod in return and Draco fought hard to keep the sneer out of his tone and off his lips. Not that he was bothered what Potter thought of him, oh no. But he charged by his mother with the task of restoring pride and respect to the Malfoy name and he guessed that pissing of ‘The Chosen One’ was not the best way to go about it. Draco was drawn from his musing by the realisation that not only had Potter not thumped him but that he was actually making conversation.

“Professor Mc Gonagall tells me you are coming back to Hogwarts, I have to say I was surprised when I heard that Malfoy.”

Draco bit back the angry retort that was on the tip of his tongue but before he could formulate a more civilised response his rival (?) was speaking again.

“Not that i’m saying you shouldn’t, I just figured you wouldn’t want to.”

Potter bit nervously on his bottom lip, his eyes full of sincerity that confused the crap out of Draco.

“Yes, well believe me Potter it was not my decision. I had no intention of returning, my mother had other ideas however.”

Potter let out a sympathetic chuckle at this.

“Hmm, I had much the same problem with Mrs Weasley!”

Neither boy seemed aware of the attention they had drawn by this brief exchange nor did they notice this ever increasingly impatient Goblin. They were brought back to their surroundings by the arrival of Blaise at their side who had noticed their meeting and hastened to Draco's side in order to defend his friend if necessary.

The blonde boy smiled at his darker friend and indicated imperceptibly that no assistance was required. Remembering his manners he turned to present his friend to Potter but there was no green eyed boy behind him any longer and all he saw was a brief glimpse of his fantasy leaving the building swiftly.

Blaise raised his eyebrow but seeing the look in his friends eyes he simply motioned to the waiting Goblin.